Pick a spiritual peach and bite into it. The peach flesh melts in your mouth and goes straight down your throat together with the sweet peach juice. The rich vitality goes straight to the internal organs.
It is somewhat similar to Spirit Milk, with extremely strong spiritual power, but the focus is different. Spirit Milk focuses more on the latter two of essence, energy, and spirit, while Ling Tao focuses more on the first two.
After eating the whole spiritual peach and keeping the peach core, Xu Wenyun learned the Kunpeng Xiaoyao Jue.
The spiritual fruit absorbs very quickly, but it absorbs all the spiritual power in one day, which probably adds more than a month's worth of mana.
It took about ten days to activate the spiritual peach, which could save about a month.
Calculated in one year, it can probably increase mana for half a year.
The higher the realm, the slower the improvement in cultivation level. Such an increase is already quite amazing. It is not in vain that Xu Wen spent so much time to improve the level of Ling Zhifu.
From this day on, Xu Wen's life rhythm became extremely stable again.
Practicing, stimulating spiritual peach growth, going home to spend time with my old parents, and occasionally tending to the flowers and plants, time passed slowly and step by step in this stable and unchanging rhythm.
Fast forward five years, on this day, Xu Wen was practicing in Heiya Mountain when he suddenly turned his eyes and looked to the north.
The body flashed and disappeared from the spot.
On the mountain where Lu Zhen and her son were being hunted, a young man with an imposing appearance and a yellow robe was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a dark pagoda suspended above his head.
In the distance, hundreds of soldiers are standing in formation. Looking at their tough expressions, you can tell that they will not blink even if they are attacked by swords and axes. They are clearly the most elite soldiers in all battles.
The three leading generals were a little anxious, pacing back and forth unceremoniously.
The situation at the rear was unclear, but their leader, King Ming, insisted on coming here. They were anxious and confused.
However, King Ming was extremely majestic, and although they had ten thousand objections in their hearts, they could only obey.
The next moment, everyone suddenly felt that their eyes were blurred, and King Ming, who was sitting there upright, suddenly disappeared.
"rise!"
A cold sweat broke out from the bottom of his forehead, and the leader descended suddenly drew his sword and shouted angrily.
But what made him a little strange was that he knew that he was drinking loudly, but no sound reached his ears.
I wanted to turn around and command the soldiers, but I felt like I couldn't move my body, and I couldn't even move my eyes.
On the other side, Zhang Zhiming suddenly felt his eyes blurred, and the Ghost Suppression Tower suddenly flew into the void and disappeared.
Although he couldn't see it, he knew that the only one who could truly command this unruly ghost-suppressing tower was the immortal master.
"Zhiyuan deserves death for disturbing Immortal Master Qingxiu!"
Kneeling on the ground, Zhang Zhiming respectfully saluted three times in the air.
Even though he is a Mingwang, and his appearance and appearance are no doubt that of an emperor, he did not hesitate at this moment.
The more he mastered supreme power and the closer he got to the truth of the world, the more he understood how ridiculous the so-called supreme imperial power was.
The real controllers of this world have never been the so-called emperors like them, but the cultivators of the divine dragon.
Ignoring him, Xu Wenzheng was inspecting the Ghost Suppression Tower that he had not seen for several years.
The tower body on the first floor has been completely repaired, but there are still thousands of ghosts in the tower practicing day and night. Occasionally, ghosts will condense their energy to form a method, and they will see a flash of light and fly up to the second floor.
This is the biggest reason why Xu Wen placed the Ghost Suppressing Tower next to Zhang Zhiming and followed him in the battle.
Although there is a Ten Thousand Ghost Yin Pond, the efficiency of catching ghosts is too low. I don’t know how many years and months it will take to gather enough ghosts.
Although he is not in a hurry, disasters in the world will inevitably produce a large number of ghosts. If they are not collected into the Ghost Suppression Tower, they will disturb the world. It is better to recycle the waste and use it to repair the Ghost Suppression Tower.
Looking at it now, the effect is very good. There are only two to three thousand ghosts left, and the ghost suppression tower on the first floor can be filled.
The second floor of the tower is almost completely restored, with only one to two hundred ghosts missing. In fact, the difference is not big.
However, there are still very few ghosts in the tower. There are only about twenty ghosts who seem to have good talents and are expected to advance to the second level.
The cultivation of ghosts is also divided into qualifications, some are high and some are low.
Some people are stupid when they are alive, and they are even stupider when they die. Even if they become ghosts, they cannot cultivate.
Some ghosts were quite qualified for cultivation, so the evil spirits did not fill the tower with them and allowed them to practice in the Ghost Suppressing Tower.
As for the third and fourth levels, it is basically impossible for ordinary wars to involve ghosts of this level, and there is no way to supplement them.
I don’t know how many years and months it will take for ordinary ghosts to go from refining Qi to building foundations.
However, these two layers require fewer ghosts. If the corresponding Ten Thousand Ghosts Yin Pool can be established, it will be enough to replenish it on its own without the need for external help.
"Don't come out to see me yet!"
With a gentle tap on the tower, the evil spirit that had not been seen for several years reluctantly appeared.
After these years of living a dissolute life, his expression has improved a lot. The Buddha part of his face has actually been reduced a bit, and it has become more ferocious as a devil.
Seeing Xu Wen, the master, and thinking of the past life where pigs and dogs were inferior, he felt fearful and helpless.
If possible, he would rather not see this master for the rest of his life.
However, he could not resist the summons of Xu Wen, the great devil, and could only show up obediently.
When he handed over the Ghost Suppression Tower to Zhang Zhiming, Xu Wen ordered the evil ghost to record important events.
The brilliance of the photography technique flashed, and Xu Wen began to watch the evil ghost's records.
Not much. Maybe for Zhang Zhiming, there are many dangers and difficulties every year, every month or even every day, but for the evil ghosts in the foundation building period, those things are basically a piece of cake and not worth mentioning.
The early evil spirits only recorded one incident. Three years ago, Zhang Zhiming's power grew stronger and stronger, and he defeated an uncle who claimed to be the emperor. He was finally besieged in the opponent's capital.
That night, three Buddhist disciples came to assassinate him.
However, the opponent was only in the late stage of Qi refining and was easily slapped to death by the evil ghost.
There are many more recent records. Zhang Zhiming has defeated three anti-kings in a row and is competing with the most powerful King Wei for the southern land of Qian Kingdom.
Originally he had the upper hand, but in recent months, the other side suddenly received strong assistance. Two monks and more than a dozen disciples joined the other side's camp.
It’s okay to pay back more than a dozen disciples. Zhang Zhiming also gathered some strange people here to cope with them as much as possible.
But the two monks were extremely difficult to deal with. Each held a very mysterious Zen staff that could emit two kinds of extremely mysterious Buddha light. The evil ghost tried several times in person but failed to kill the other.
However, the other party had no choice but to have Zhang Zhiming, who was protected by evil spirits, and the two sides suddenly reached a stalemate.
Xu Wen knew that this was the reason why Zhang Zhiming was here.
Revealing himself, Xu Wen slowly walked to the other party.
Seeing him, Zhang Zhiming was surprised and happy. He immediately fell to the ground and bowed heavily:
"I've seen the immortal master!"
"I know everything you ask for, but you have to know that I will only help you three times!"
Looking at him and pointing at the evil ghost, Xu Wen said calmly:
"He counts once. If he takes action this time, it will be the second time. Then you only have one chance left!"
As an emperor, even the youngest among all the deer contenders, Zhang Zhiming's mind is far superior to that of ordinary people.
Before setting off to look for Xu Wen, he had already thought through all aspects of the matter and everything.
Without hesitation, he said solemnly:
"Disciple understands, I beg the Immortal Master to take action once!"
"Okay, go ahead!"
Nodding, Xu Wen quietly disappeared.
Outside, the anxious generals and sergeants who were about to explode suddenly discovered that Zhang Zhiming appeared on the spot again, and they themselves were suddenly able to move.
Before they could ask anything, Zhang Zhiming strode back, jumped up onto a strange horse with mane and two horns on its head, raised his hand and waved, and shouted:
"Walk!"
The strange horse neighed and rushed out first. The mountains, forests and cliffs were like walking on flat ground.
Several hundred sergeants shouted and rushed out. Although they were running on bare feet, they were not much slower than the different horses.
…
Qianguo, White Horse Temple, this was the place where Buddhism flourished during the previous emperors. When King Wei became emperor, it was even more vigorously built.
There are splendid temples and Buddhist halls within a radius of thirty or forty miles, just like a Buddhist kingdom on earth.
King Wei fought against Zhang Zhiming one after another, but Zhang Zhiming was beaten back steadily. It was not until he retreated to the White Horse Temple that he slowly stabilized his position.
Strange people and strange things on both sides used their own methods, and the originally fertile and peaceful plain outside the White Horse Temple gradually turned into a bloody place.
In the Eternal Buddha Hall, the tallest and most magnificent hall of White Horse Temple, King Wei in yellow robe is kneeling respectfully in front of the tall statue of Eternal Buddha.
Three great monks in red robes sat on both sides. The monk who was obviously at the top said Tongming:
"Have you found out clearly that the Puppet King is really not here?"
"After checking it out, it's definitely not there. He must have gone to find the person who was supporting him!"
The monk on the right is on the sincere path.
"So what if I find him?"
With a disdainful snort, the Tongxin monk on the left said coldly:
"It's just a ghost cultivator who hides his head and shows his tail. How could he be our opponent? If it weren't for the mystery of that ghost tower, we would have captured the false king long ago!"
Tongming waved his hand and said quietly:
"After defeating the false king, we should take some measures. This latent country must be placed under the control of our Pure Land Sect!"
The three of them said this in front of King Wei without any scruples. However, the nominal master on the side, King Wei, did not dare to say a word.
…
At noon, with bright sunshine and gentle breeze, King Wei's men and horses came out in full force and set up a huge formation in the fertile wilderness.
King Wei wore yellow armor and a golden crown on his head, leading the troops in front of the formation.
Surrounding him were a group of warrior monks with their right arms exposed, all of them with bulging muscles, firm eyes, and holding iron staffs.
It was the foundation on which King Wei started his career, the warrior monk who protected the temple at White Horse Temple.
Upon discovering the enemy's unusual movements, King Ming also came out in full force.
When Zhang Zhiming appeared with a divine light above his head, a sword in his hand, and the protection of evil spirits, the team immediately burst into shouts of soaring to the sky:
"Appointed by gods and men, appointed by heaven!"
"Appointed by gods and men, appointed by heaven!"
"Appointed by gods and men, appointed by heaven!"
…
The huge shouts stirred up huge clouds, which actually formed a vague canopy over King Ming's team. The orbs were connected in strings and the necklaces were connected, which immediately raised the morale to a higher level.
(End of chapter)
